A Blustery Day in the City
It’s a cold and windy day on my trip downtown.
It feels like the Chi I’ve never been I can imagine How it feels outside
Sooner or later My old self has to die Sooner or later I have to wave this redundant cycle
Goodbye Sooner or later Over these skyscrapers, I’ll Fly I’m in the valley Snow-capped mountains are my high
From this oppressive energy Once I’m redeemed
A nightmare city will turn into my Metropolis of dreams
I don’t want to be plugged into your system Plug me into The Source One day I’ll be off your grid.
My peace surpasses These wars
This unfortunate Rat race You’re either The pimp Or you're the…
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I've traded my time
For money
This paid slavery I’ve endured but I know I will soar
The caged bird sings Nothing in this world can contain These eagle wings and then i’ll Sing a new song My voice is confident and clear
The once-stuttering man Emphatically speaks to his fears.
Heaven will hear.
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This poem was based on my emotions coming out of jury duty. I took this picture quickly because it was awkward with people walking behind me. I felt a cold wind impale my skin and reach my bones.
I saw dead February leaves blow down the street, and I blew along with them. I felt like I needed direction. The lost leaves in my yard are becoming more decayed.
Spring is coming, and deceased flowers belong in their tomb
I will bloom in the present
My gifts will make Room.
For me.
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